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The flowing fabric, the feeling of it against his legs. He loved the feeling of wearing dresses. Yedam loved dresses.
But he was a male idol in South Korea.
Do you think he was going to risk his entire career, all of his friendships, his family, for skirts?
Never.
So he wore them in secret. The days that the others he had schedules and he didn't, holidays when he said he was going home but instead he goes on a subway ride then comes right back to the dorms.
Those are the days he wears what he wants to.
Those are the days he does his eyeshadow a little more 'girly'.
Those are the days he wears his dark red lipstick instead of his peach lip gloss.
When he puts on a cropped band T-shirt.
And his favourite part.
When he puts on his dresses.
It was one of those days.
He was excited he had received a brand new dress from Amazon and he couldn't wait to wear it.
It was the black strawberry dress.
As soon as he heard the other members leave he rushed to his closet taking out the box that held the dress. He carefully took it out, a wide smile on his face as he held it up to himself looking in the mirror as he quickly changed into it.
Just as he was done buttoning up the back he heard the front door lock click.
He froze in fear quickly rushing over to the door of his room, locking it right before someone knocked.
"Yedam-ah! Can you open up I forgot something in there?" Jihoon called, Jaehyuk and Junkyu had accompanied him in.
"O-One sec hyung. I-I am getting dressed." Yedam stuttered, cursing himself.
"We've seen each other naked like 700 times, Yedam just let me in, Manager and the others are getting pissed off." Jihoon groaned jiggling the door knob.
"J-Just wait a second." Yedam said his voice cracking as he cursed himself again trying to take the dress off without ripping it.
"Yedam?" Jaehyuk said his voice softened, "Are you hurting yourself? If you are you need to let us in."
That was one thing about Yedam's hyungs. They always assumed the worst.
"No! Hyung I'm not hurting myself just-just give me a second." Yedam said as he hastedly unbuttoned his dress.
"Yedam, just open the door before I open it myself." Junkyu said rolling his eyes, what could be that big of a deal.
Yedam cursed as he heard the sound of tearing fabric as he stuffed the dress into it's box throwing on a T-shirt quickly as he ran to the door.
"How does it take you that long to put a T-shirt on?" Jihoon scoffed walking towards the closet that you could blatantly see the box that the dress was stuffed into.
"What-What are grabbing?" Yedam asked his voice getting higher with each word.
"That jacket you stole from me on Wednesday, it's stylist noona's she needs it back." Jihoon said reaching for the handle of the closet.
"No! Wait! I'll-I'll grab it for you." Yedam shouted not caring that he was acting very concerning, they couldn't find his dress they would hate him.
"Yedam-hyung...What's wrong? If you continue acting like this we're going to have to look in your closet." Jeongwoo said. Yedam wasn't sure when the younger had appeared,
"NO! Please...Don't." He shouted grabbing the youngers arm.
Before he could process it, Yedam was being held down by Hyunsuk and Jeongwoo. Hyunsuk had burst in after his leaders intuition kicked in.
Junkyu walked towards the closet door nervously.
"Please...Don't open it..." Yedam whimpered, he was preparing himself to be beaten up by the people he loved most, and for him to be kicked out. He was also prepared for the worst possible thing that could happen.
They would tell his parents.
Junkyu was shocked when he opened the door of the closet to see nothing out of the ordinary other than a box with black fabric poking out of it.
"What's in the box?" Haruto asked as he held Junghwan's hand.
"A-A dress?" Junkyu said confused lifting up the beautiful dress, noticing a rip in the back.
Hanse closed his eyes, stiffening under Hyunsuk and Jeongwoo's grip.
He stayed like that for a few minutes before he opened his eyes and slightly relaxed.
"W-W-Why aren't you hitting me?" He asked looking around to see them all staring at the dress.
"Yedam-ah...Why would we be hitting you?" Mashiho asked touching the soft fabric of the torn dress.
"The dress. It's mine. It's disgusting." Yedam shuddered flinching when Jeongwoo slightly moved his arm.
They all stayed quiet for a while. No one knew what to say.
"It's ripped." Doyoung commented shocking Yedam.
"Yeah...It ripped when I was taking it off." He mumbled looking at the ground.
"I bet you looked really pretty in it, hyung." Haruto smiled glancing at the elder.
"Thanks." Yedam failed at keeping down a smile as he felt Hyunsuk and Jeongwoo let go of his arms.
"This is why you freaked out? Because you didn't want us to see you in the dress?" Asahi asked as they all sat on the couch. Their schedules forgotten and canceled after some persuasion from Junghwan.
"No. Because I didn't want you to call me a freak." Yedam explained smiling as he felt Haruto grab his hand comfortingly, interlocking their fingers.
"We would never call you a freak just because you wear typical girl clothes." Yoshi said, silently cursing himself as the leader.
"Yeah! Besides I bet you look great in skirts and dresses, hyungie!" Doyoung said throwing an arm around Hanse's shoulder.
"Thank you, Dobby." Yedam laughed rubbing his eyes.
"You know what I think we need to do?" Mashiho said glancing at his members.
"What, hyung?" Junghwan smiled.
"I think Yedam needs to give us a fashion show!"